[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

[He nods at the touch, letting things focus on just the single image. Holds his hands out as the sand coalesces and crystalizes between his fingers, a thin pane of green glass. In it, that weird shifting illusion of the bakery doors and fountain, shifted another way with spiderweb strands all on it.

And just like that, the winds die and the sand falls around them, leaving the air stale.]

Um. Th-that's all there was that I could see. Sorry I couldn't see more.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin reaches out for that glowing green plate? He’s awed by it really - an image of his own bakery, glowing in the darkness of this room. ]

No, it’s. It’s all right. I think something stopped you.

[ He gently smoothes his hand over the glass. ]

Has anyone ever told you how beautiful this is?

[hijoperdido]

[He hesitates handing it to him. But Bruno does... A bit taken aback by the compliment.]

Um. No, no one ever has. Usually they just... Want a vision and go, almost always mad when they see it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin is exceptionally gentle with it. Yes the threads are creepy, but the image? It’s beautiful. His bakery… ]

Well, I think it’s gorgeous. If I could get this home, I’d hang it up somewhere.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno looks especially stricken by that. Not in a bad way, but in that way where it's clear no one has ever been that kind to him about these things. He rubs at one arm nervously.]

Glad, glad you think so. But we should, We should definitely get out of here. Back in the walls.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Bruno. He aches watching that. You need so much love and he wants to hug you so badly. ]

Yes, of course. Can I take this with me?

[hijoperdido]

Yeah, sure.

[He looks around the little vision cave before starting to gently gesture for Martin to leave.]

Let's - Outside, though. Gotta get back before they realize I was up here.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. Um.

[ He heads out and looks down at the chasm. ]

Is there a slide down by any chance…?

[hijoperdido]

Oh. Right.

[He steps to the entrance there and presses a little knob of stone; out of the wall going down the opposite direction of the stairs is a gentle stone luge track going down.]

Easier than stairs, right?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh. Oh yes, so much easier. Thank you.

[ it’s still nerve wracking but. Martin cradles the glass pane in his lap and carefully slides down. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno watches for a moment, then follows suit but is fairly pleased by the whole thing. Comes out half a skip onto the sand floor with a half-smile.]

Right, so. Just back up and out.

[Don't mind him while he goes beside his actual bedroom door, reaching behind the sand pile to open the stairs leading up to this side's exit, one of the slabs opening just under the sand pouring down, sending it another direction so the exit is visible.]

Back up, vamos.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin is FAR less sprightly, but he does his best to keep up.

Also he stares at that. ]

How. How many secret things are in here.

[hijoperdido]

Ehhh there are enough.

[Already on his way up.]

[curriculum_fictae]

W-wait up!

[ he hurries after Bruno. ]

[hijoperdido]

[He does, at least, wait partway up the stairs for Martin before continuing upward. Once at the top, he does his knock routine, the last knock on the wall hitting a tile that sets the stairs back into the wall after Martin's up.]

Almost, almost out of here, almost back safe, just a little further down the hall.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Thanks Bruno. He's got longer legs but you are so fast. Also he gapes a bit at the stairs moving back into place. ]

R. Right. Good lord, this place is a maze.

[hijoperdido]

You get used to it.

[He creaks the bedroom door open and peeks outside the crack. Hears the tiles gently tapping from Casita and smiles.]

I know, thanks, Casita.

[And then opens it wider for Martin to follow after him, making sure it's closed fully behind them. Whatever confidence he had for that moment seems to shrink with his shoulders hunching up again once they're in the main house.]

Just going back the way we came.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Bruno ... what caused that? Hell, what caused him to brighten in the first place?

Martin hurries after him, arms wrapped protectively around his vision. ]

Right. Ah. Back to your ... room.

[hijoperdido]

[it Is A Mystery.mp3

He nods though.]

Yep. Back to my room. [It's easy to still sneak around while the family is out. But he can see now the sunlight's shifted, and it's getting late. They'll be coming back soon. He gets the painting door open for Martin.]

We'll have to stay quieter, they'll come back for dinner soon.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin hurries to clamber in then, also listening for voices. ]

What. What do you do during dinner? Just watch them?

[hijoperdido]

[He's quiet in response to that. Focusing on closing the painting behind them, making sure it's sealed and everything is fine while they walk.]

... Usually I'll get some of whatever Julieta is making when she isn't looking. And eat with them, they just- They don't know it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ GOD

No. No that's TOO MUCH. Martin lets out a tiny, miserable noise at the thought of being so close to his family, eating next to him, and still being invisible. It reminds him of his worst days in the Archive - right in the middle of the other employees, but seen by nothing and no one -

Fingers trembling, he oh-so-carefully settles the vision against the wall. And then he surges forward to hug Bruno. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Every meal, day in and day out, for nearly a decade now. Bruno setting up his own portions brought by Casita and the rats and listening to their conversations through the wall...

He doesn't see the hug coming, still just as stiff and unsure as the first one.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sorry Bruno, he's not letting go. In fact ... is he crying? Yes, he's crying just a little bit. ]

That's miserable.

[hijoperdido]

Oh boy...

[He's not used to people besides Pepa crying on him, and definitely not recently. Bruno awkwardly pats at Martin's arm............ And then is immediately not sure what to do.]

It's, I mean, sure. But it's been like this for a long time now. I-i'm used to it.